Samuel Webbe - As the moments roll - текст песни (слова)

As the moments roll, 
 Let new joys inspire;
 Hebe, fill the bowl,
 Orpheus, tune the lyre.
 
 Let each cheerful heart
 Join the festive strain;
 Thus, before we part,
 We'll be young again.
 
 Cares and anxieties we now resign,
 Or drown them in a mighty bowl of wine;
 When dead, Deucalion may, if he thinks good,
 Drench our cold carcase in a wat'ry flood.
 
 As the moments roll..